This is not anthropomorphizing. From a dryad's point of view, attributing consciousness to human being is DEIMORPHIZING. Nonetheless it is evident from patient observation that human beings do behave in a purposive and loosely "organized" fashion - albeit not so organized or purposive as , say, a colony of termites. Let alone a healthy forest. So humans CAN be said to possess awareness of a certain, limited kind.
Maybe the world is not a stage at all. Maybe the world is a totally real and very serious place, and all the people in it are exactly what they appear to be.
Maybe the Normal People (i.e., who think their jobs are important, get regular haircuts, mow their lawns) are the ones who have it right, who really understand the way the Universe is wired.
Maybe having a sense of humor is okay - at least in your own private time - but not strictly necessary for a good and valuable life. Maybe life, in the end, is no laughing matter. Maybe death is no laughing matter. Maybe God does not make jokes, does not laugh at YOUR jokes, and is not amused by this sort of speculation.
Maybe the way teenagers feel is just a phase.
Maybe you have to give up your youthful illusions sooner or later.
Maybe the suburbs are really good, healthy environments.
Maybe young minds need to be shielded from dangerous ideas and pictures of naked people touching each other.
Maybe the thinning of the ozone layer is due to natural cyclic factors unrelated to the Gulf Atlantic quarterly earnings report.
Maybe rich people need a tax break so they can save and invest and create a climate of economic vitality which will benefit all Americans in the long run.
Maybe people like you should go live somewhere else.
Maybe humankind's destiny is in the stars. Or in digital circuits. Or pure thought. So the "natural" world is not that big a deal, in the long run.
Tex & Molly deliberate upon these and other issues, finally reaching a verdict
Nah.
I'm just an actress, you know? An entertainer: a player. I mean sure I recycle and buy unbleached coffee filters and all like that. But in the big scheme of things, I feel like my real contribution is more to try to affect people's FEELINGS, if that makes any sense. So when they would look at a tree, they'd just naturally feel like: Wow, a TREE - you know? They'd feel a different way about the world so they'd act differently, without having to actually change their rational thoughts and ideas first. Because it seems like that's what people overlook - they argue with each other in WORDS when words are pretty much secondary.
Human beings from this perspective were like ants. Not size-wise. But in the frantic bustling herdlike seemingly mindless and all too short character of their lives. Racing here and racing there, consumed things, hauling burdens around, making messes, tidying up, nursing their young, ignoring their old, dispatching enemies or getting killed by them, forming alliances and betraying them, procreating and suffering famine and pestilence and invading new territory and dropping dead and melting into the earth. And all in sprawling anonymous masses. To no apparent purpose. Unless the purpose, maybe, was to see how it all comes out.
Only, of course, it never all came out. It just kept going the way it was going. No end. No resolution. Only successive flowerings, contractions, regrowths, new flowerings, ad eternam.
Anyway, she was tired of sitting around. She felt cooped-up. She wanted to get out and GO somewhere, DO something, get herself involved. She had been out of the swing of things for too long. A member of the audience. When what she really wanted - what she had always wanted - was to be a player. Strutting and fretting. Making a fool of herself, perhaps. But at least making a show of it. Not sitting on the sofa and eating popcorn.
